Apocryphal Dirge

by The Nihilistic Front

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Deathrattle Podcast After fourty years of listening to metal music of various levels of depravity, I like to think that I know a little bit about the genre. However I had these down as a punk/anarchic band so ignored them. Fortunately now rectified. Think ESOTERIC/ CORRUPTED but with added hatred and malevolence
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Self inflicted pain, scars are etched within, drive the fear deeper, catatonic slaves Your depreciation, worth fades with each breath, aligned with religion, cancer to your soul Erasing your past, obsessive decay, put before your needs, masochistic ways Blind ones follow thee, binded to your mind, martyred for no purpose, enslaved now forever   Barren souls united from the numb depression, a dirge sung from dead hymns, slaves reach for the skies Non Believers judged from those who preach love, few reject their feeble takes, the nihilistic front   Cast out from the flock, heretics burned mentally   Lost within yourself, turning to salvation, weakness it will live in your hollow shell Belief without proof, spiritual damnation, submit to the voices from mankind's "messiah"   Your subservience to a higher being, created by human lies, greatest illusion of all You are a slave, all your life, now you die, nothing left
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Transparent eyes glaze, sunken by deep depression, my life once had meaning Creeping catatonia, emotions cut by razors, rusty blades etch my skin Tears are now my offspring, scars from new cuts run deep, blood drains fast from my wounds Pain is my religion, masochistic hate surge, curse this life that you gave   Soil is bloodsoaked, running down into the ground My domain, crimson stained, caked around my feet Expel liquid, each drop, what was once my precious blood Suicide, transcend from my life, now silent   Body drained empty shell carrion for the flies Rotting away organs bloat insects feast with voracity Memories of life expurgated, removed from my soul No gods are awaiting my tortured fate   Soul spews outwards from my body, reincarnate, wait for receival, Distortion of their innocent minds, possessing all to take their own lives Infection spreads, cancer from my will, depopulation, my madness in effect Misanthropic, cathartic chaos, purging the earth, cleansed by my hatred   Tears are now your offspring, scars from new cuts run deep Blood drains from your wounds, pain is your religion Masochistic hate surge, curse this life that I gave Curse this life that I gave, Curse this life that I gave to you

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Music recorded late 2010
Vokills recorded early 2011
Mixed/Mastered mid 2011

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released July 22, 2011

Chris: Vocals
Gaz: Guitar, Bass, Machines

All Music by The Nihilistic Front
All Lyrics by Chris

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